A/N: Please don't kill me. I know I have updated since, like, September. And I'm so, so, so sorry! I just kept putting it off and putting it off until today. I'm so sorry! Plus, this is super short. But I think it's kind of funny. But it's short. Again, I'm so sorry. Now, on with the story!
I pressed my forehead against the window and sighed. The gang and I were on our way to meet some guy named Ernie. Apparently he helped the gang before and will be able to get me back home without getting anyone in trouble.
"Are we there yet?" I asked, impatiently. I'd spent the last two hours fogging up the glass with my breath and drawing faces with my finger. Very mature, I know.
"'Bout another two hours ," Grant promised. He was sitting in the front passenger's seat, looking even more bored than I was.
"You said that three hours ago. How do you know this guy can help us? Are you sure he's like, 100 percent legit?" I demanded. I started playing with my hair out of boredom.
"Please shut up, Cammie," Zach instructed harshly.
I knew for a while I had acted like a total bitch to him, but I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was starting to break through his wall. So his comment really hurt me. I felt my face turning red as tears dared to fall onto my cheek.
I guess Grant realized my reaction because he told Zach, "Man, it's Christmas! She's with a three kids who have screwed up home-lives instead of home with her family and you decide to be a smart-ass to her? Geez, man."
Zach went silent. After a second he took his eyes off the road and turned around to look at me. "Look, I'm sorry, Cammie. It's just…hard. You wouldn't get it."
"Get what?" I replied, hoping that maybe I really was starting to crack his wall. Zach turned his focus back to the
"Just, forget about it okay? Cam, I don't know what to do."
"You know, sometimes you don't have to know what to do. Sometimes you just gotta let the chips fall where they may, you know?" I answered.
He smiled and nodded, but this time Jonas was the one to speak, "Guys, it's really late. Gina is having a party at her house which is only a couple minutes away. She'll let us stay there for the night."
"Who's Gina?" I piped up.
Grant rolled his eyes and told me, "My sister. Who deserves to live in an inferno."
"Well she sounds nice!" I remarked very sarcastically. "But I'm really sick of this stupid truck. I want to go to the party."
Zach sighed. "Alright. But were leaving in the morning."
After a few wrong turns, we pulled up by a two-story house that had many vehicles parked in front of it. The guys crawled out of the car, and I followed them. As we swung the door open, I felt lost in the crowd of people.
On the couch, a girl and guy were making out. To my right, a bunch of people were gathered around a table, watching people play beer-pong. I had been to my fair share of parties, but had never been much of a drinker. I didn't really like the tastes of most alcohols. But for some strange reason, I shouted to Zach over the speakers, "I'll be back later!" and made my way to the table.
A guy with a red baseball cap saw me and yelled, "We got a taker! Step up to the table!" like he was a carnie at a county fair. I smiled and took my place.
I threw the first ball and made it. As the other guy drank it, our little audience started shouting obscene things.
My opponent rung the ball in my cup and I gulped it down. This happened for a while, and after a little bit I shook my head. "I give up!" I declared. Or at least I tried to, but I doubt many people could understand my slurred words.
I marched over to the kitchen and grabbed bottle of Bourbon. A guy stared at me strangely for a second but then shrugged. I popped open the bottle and took a sip.
A FEW HOURS LATER
I finished off another beer and set it down. I saw Zach and stumbled over to him and threw my arms around his neck. "GUESS WHAT?" I gasped into his ear. Then I started giggling and couldn't stop. I stepped away from Zach and tripped over my feet. I fell on my butt and screamed, "I LOVE THIS CARPET!"
Zach laughed as he bent down to help me up. "I'm sure you do Cammie. Are you aware that you're completely wasted?"
"YESSSS! IT'S THE BEST, ISN'T IT KITTY?" I replied, petting his head like a cat.
Once I was back on my feet Zach told me, "You'll regret it in the morning, trust me. Do you think you can pipe down a bit? You're hurting my ears."
"Zach," I whispered, laughing. "I'm about to throw up all over you," I warned. His eyes widened and he grabbed my hand, leading me to a bathroom. He held my hair away from the toilet as I puked my guts out. "EWWW! IT'S SO YUCKY!" I pointed out, staring into the vomit-filled toilet bowl.
Zach just shook his head and picked me up. "PUT ME DOWN, SILLY! I'M NOT A BACKPACK!"
"Are you sure?" he questioned. He started walking up the stairs, still laughing at me.
"UH… I DON'T KNOW! I'M FLYING! LIKE A BIRD! WHOOSH!" As I said "whoosh," I managed to spit all over the place.
"You're pretty funny when you're drunk, you know that, right?" Zach knocked on a door and opened it, revealing a small room with bright pink and purple bed.
He set me down and threw the covers over me. Very suddenly, I felt completely exhausted. "Hey, Zach?"
"What, Cam?"
"I think I'm in love with you, but don't tell anyone. It's a secret," I slurred before I slipped into my slumber.